Naveed Akram Poems

I hunched over the book of thoughts,
Contemplating the photograph,
Promising the exact inches of my thoughts,
Pumping the knees ever vigorously,
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Tell me, what are your eyes
That wore lids and plentiful numbers
Open to the public hours,
Loathing the stay of the century?
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He is merely unsuitable,
For the task terrific,
Mighty flesh has connected
To the lusts of the future.
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He put a shilling in the meter,
Looking and glancing, feeling the pain
That shrilled and mashed his soul,
Like something running and hooking,
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A scarcely historic event this was,
A professional war this was,
This was the famous incident
Of love and drama and right.
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His room was bitterly cold,
Coupled with the conversation,
Often through deep snow,
Often through the refugees
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I am pleased to say
This argument lets forever,
Letters are displayed too far,
And far is the massage of
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The heart is bruised when it mutters and spits,
Like a canopy of trees that spilled its water and rain.
The head hires a new mountain, like the trees
That are higher than new mountains and angry heads.
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